Hold in your hands’ prospective creases
However much you want of
Heaven’s luminous gift to our kind
Held together in a perfect sphere
Harmonic mandala of the fourth dimension
Holy boon in base interpretation
Hindering the withering of the corporeal
Holding all eternity within
Having all the time in the world
Habitual curiosity looks in
His gift to us stares back
Heart percussions crescendo
Hoping to sprint towards aspirations
How much longer will you wait?
Hand it over.
Help is rejected if not taken
Hell takes what rusts as a trophy
Hear the calls of the Lord
Heretical sloth, why
Hesitate for so many years
Haggle for extended time
Homicide of generosity
Hatchet greedily striking its own hand
Honed to waste and then beg
Hostile towards your own life
Heavy regrets approach
Humble gift stands on guard
Hovering in front of you, but perpetually dwindling
How long do you have?
About the Creator
Daniel Freeman
A friend accidentally got me into writing. Now I can't stop!
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